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Text Cut: Charles & Daisy Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie  The exchange did not slip by the Minister, nor did certain embellishments and despite how he had addressed the subject with Conley prior...he WAS a bit chuffed that he had not been informed! He was allowed to be a bit of a contradiction, came with the territory of being a Gryffindor and Minister for Magic. As well as a human. "Thank you. January truly knows how to whip people in to shape when it comes to these sorts of matters." And how to scale back because, well, Charles was always one to go a bit overboard when it came to parties. Something that had paid off for the World Cup but they had to maintain a budget, after all. "All possible because of the outstanding team of department heads we have running the country, wouldn't you say?" he chuckled while giving the man's shoulder another firm squeeze before his attention shifted to Miss Swan and he offered her a handshake.
"Games and Sports, if I am not mistaken?" Her application had stood out just a little because his granddaughter belonged to the house of Hufflepuff and was always writing him lengthy letters (of which he always memorized in their entirety) regarding her housemates. "You're in positively outstanding hands there. I personally guarantee it."
There was a bit of a mischievous wink tagged on to the end of that sentence as well. Quote:
Originally Posted by Ginevra Daisy accepted the mocktail from Conley with a, "Thanks." She took a small sip of the rather delicious drink as she listened to Conley explain all about the events held in the Ministry in January. "A bowling tournament? That sounds like it would have been rather fun." ”Oh she certainly does Sir,” Conley agreed about January. He didn’t think that she cared for him much and frankly the feeling was mutual. Perhaps he just hadn’t gotten to know her, but frankly, he got the impression she didn’t want to get to know him. So in true circling fashion, Conley tried to avoid her as much as possible.
The squeeze to his shoulders was a bit harsh this time around and Conley had to restrain himself from shrugging the man off. Dealing with Charles was like dealing with your grandmother who liked to pinch your cheeks and leave a big lip-stick stained kiss. If you let him be, he often got distracted and moved on to another victim person.
”Ah, that’s a fun department." Conley offered up to Daisy. Not that he really knew too much about that department. Not his field of expertise. " I imagine you’ll be quite busy this year with mascot tryouts and that new broom hitting the market. I also believe there was another petition submitted for allowing magic carpet racing.” At least one had passed across his desk recently, sent along from one of the ambassadors. He’d of course forwarded it to G&S, but with the way things hadn’t been working around the ministry lately, Conley wouldn’t be surprised it if never arrived.
”The bowling tournament was a lot of fun. I particularly enjoyed it.” he said to Daisy. Trying to steer the conversation away from work. ”Do you bowl?” ~~~*~~~ Text Cut: Mariana, Zita, and James Quote:
Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow Oh my, those glasses were something. Mariana watched as the man's expression changed from that of confusion to frustration and she felt quite bad, wondering what he'd expected to find. She would've moved towards him to help if he hadn't approached, truth be told, and she was happy to assist.
"I'm afraid that's on the other side of the room. It looks like the actual meal is being served to everyone at the round tables, and there seems to be a dessert buffet if you'd like to help yourself to any of that." She eyed him for a moment, wondering if that had been too much information. "Just past the dance floor and you'll find what you're looking for." Quote:
Originally Posted by Bazinga Would she miss a big party?
Never, even if it was a stuffy Ministry event. After the last one, Zita said she'd never step foot in another event that was held by that minister, but here she was. She had been asked and she wasn't going to say no to Adam. It had been a little over a year since they had started their friendship or more than friendship?
Either way, she wasn't going to miss this, especially since she got to dress up and look really good. Knowing her outfit, makeup, and hair was on point she had put on the highest of heels and headed to the ministry. Stepping into the building she felt her stomach turn but reminded herself she wouldn't be going anywhere near that horrible department. No, tonight they would be staying in this fancy looking area and she was more than fine with that.
Not seeing Adam at first she walked through the crowd until she spotted him with a pretty girl (Mariana). If there was one thing Zita was it was the possessive type. Her heels clicked as she made her way over, "I can take it from here." Placing a hand on his arm she smiled tightly at the woman. "Adam I've been looking for you." Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie [FONT="Georgia"] James Summers was HERE. Though he wasn't sure WHY he was here. He didn't care for politics and Hogwarts hadn't exactly steered him in any good direction. But his publicist and stylist had spent the past few hours fitting him in his all black suit and tie with a smart pair of sleek black shoes that likely cost most than the family farm. Such was the life of being a famous model.
His latest campaign was going well and he had heard that all his individual poster prints were sold out in most markets. It inflated his head just a bit to think about all the doors, walls, and ceilings he was on all across Europe.
The man bun was gone for the evening, a choice from his stylist rather than himself because he had grown rather fond of the low man bun, and his hair was looking particularly silky. Something he had to remember to address whenever someone commented on it. He was a walking branding machine for the evening with set phrases to say with regards to his tailored suit, perfect blonde locks, and snazzy shoes.
Grabbing himself a drink as he effortlessly wove through the crowd - this was nothing compared to the launch parties of Berlin and Paris - James strut his much more polished runway strut through the Atrium without a worry about the budget for the auction he had been allotted. He wasn't so good with numbers and, really, his manager had been foolish to entrust any sort of funds with him.
It was mid-strut that he spotted....Zita? With her arm on some other bloke? Some other older bloke. Bloody hell...it was happening all over again. Though this bloke he felt he could probably take down if push came to shove. Getting pummeled to a pulp over the same girl was, hopefully, a one time occurrence.
Staring, a bit unabashedly, for a few moments at her...he casually and totally TOTALLY breezily took a LONG sip from whatever it was he had grabbed and slipped his free hand into his pocket...and then stepped up to this little HOMEY looking trio.
"Take it where, Zita?" he asked caaaaaasually, taking yet another sip as his eyes glared glanced at this chum and then over to the other woman (Mariana) Zita was being quick to dismiss. "You're looking stunning this evening, as usually." He was speaking to Zita and doing his best to sound posh in his tone - unpolished as he always was. "Summers. James Summers," he greeted the OTHER woman while offering his hand. "I'm a model." Other…side…of the…room…. Adam fought down the urge to groan. Especially at the words ‘dance floor.’ How the heck was he going to navigate his way through that?! ”Oh…alright. Dankeschön...Fräulein -?“ After learning her name, perhaps she'd be so kind as to lead show him the way there. Or perhaps he should just find a table and –
The sound of clicking distracted him as did the hand on his arm. Adam’s hands scrambled for the big coke-bottle glasses. He truly hadn’t expected Zita to come to the party. She hadn’t yet seen him those terrible, horrible bug glasses and this was not how he wanted to introduce them. Not when he looked so smart in his green suit. And yes, he did notice Zita’s tone towards the young lady. He just wasn’t sure to what to make of it. ”Sita… I – “
He was cut off by the arrival of yet another person. This time male. A male who apparently knew Zita. Adam wasn’t sure how he felt about that but did know that he didn’t’ like the way this James was talking to Zita or the woman who was kind enough to help him before Zita arrived. Because, frankly, he sounded like a big jerk. Adam folded the glasses up and stuffed them into a jacket pocket. He clearly couldn’t see the man (to Adam he was a big blurry blob), but he tucked Zita’s hand into the crook of his arm and kept his hand over hers. Should he say something? He "glanced" at Zita. Perhaps it was better to let her take the lead here.
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